sitting around at work,
stoned.
we already fucked up
one sale.
we were both:
at the register
talking about the same thing
fumbling our way
towards any sort of resolution
with her,
between ourselves.

she took her goods
and bid us good evening
reluctantly.
"what day is the fourth, anyway?"
she called back to us.
"friday
or
saturday?"
"saturday,"
i said.

in my
paranoid brain,
she had just
tested me.